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Now it begins.

My name is Jack Death.

I come from the year 2353 and I hunt trancers.

Super strong, single-minded zombies who exist mostly, I think, to make my life

difficult. Except I finally managed to wipe them out once and for all.

And my life is still difficult.

I work for the council now, jumping up and down the timeline and preserving the

correct chronological order of things.

Time is fluid, and I'm the guy who makes sure the glass doesn't get knocked in.

Welcome back, Jack. How did the mission go?

You're the whole welcoming committee, Harris?

Where's Alice? Where's Reigns?

I'm starting to feel pretty damn unappreciated.

First things first, Jack.

The solenoids.

Rest easy, Harris. Those disgusting plant creatures may have invaded 2093,

but that's as far as they got.

Good work, Jack.

Where's Shark?

About Shark, Jack.

Shark is a state-of-the-art android.

Where is it?

I got to admit, I had my doubts at first, but he saved my life.

The best partner I ever had.

God.

Jack.

Tell me at least there's something salvageable.

Define salvageable.

Oh, Lord.

Look at it.

Don't call him it.

He was my partner. Give him some respect.

So what do you suggest we do with him?

I don't know.

A hood ornament?

A lamp, maybe?

What a crime.

You could have used him as backup on your next mission.

Next mission?

Fuck that, I need some time off.

Look, Harris.

I need to see Alice.

She was my wife, and where is she?

Jack.

Things have changed a little around here.

Alice and I, we're...

We're pretty close to each other.

You son of a bitch.

She didn't have the heart to tell you.

And you got no heart.

That's not fair, Jack.

I need a drink.

You know, I should have saved the solenoid for you, Harris.

Scotch. How do you want that?

Hi. I'm Jack Death.

You're kidding.

Your name isn't really Jack Death.

No, but in my line of work, I don't think anyone would take Maurice Death

seriously.

Hit me again, Barkeep.

What is your line of work?

Transfer Hunter.

Well, I wiped them all out.

I work for the council, pretty much doing the same thing.

So you're a professional killer.

What lady?

Lyra. My name is Lyra.

You know jack shit.

Jack shit?

Cousin of yours?

My mistake.

You look lonely. It would be a shame for a woman like you to be sleeping alone.

You arrogant.

Hey, babe.

This old man bothering you?

Let me take care of it. Why don't you take care of yourself, pal?

What the fuck you mean by that?

You explain it to him.

Use lots of small words.

Hey, asshole.

Feel proud of yourself?

Feel tough?

Lady, I am tough.

All this just because you were worried I'd be sleeping alone.

Is this your usual way of attracting partners?

I never sleep alone.

Excuse me.

I'm supposed to pick up some weapons from a doctor, uh... Sorrel?

Dr. Lyra Sorrel.

Jack shit, isn't it?

So you were just screwing around last night and you knew damn well who I was.

You make weapons to help guys like me kill people?

I make weapons to help guys like you stay alive.

You could convince me otherwise, though.

You might remember this.

The long second watch.

One second becomes ten, the rest of the world slows down.

Saved my ass a couple of times.

Too bad it only has a single charge element.

We've made some improvements.

It now has a self-regenerating power cell.

You can use it indefinitely.

Multi-purpose blade.

Cuts through anything.

An RBG-7.

Latest technology.

RBG-7?

What does RBG stand for?

Really Big Gun.

It's not that big.

It's not the size that matters, Jack.

It's how you use it.

Fires plasma blasts and is equipped with an atomic distillation chamber in the

gun butt.

No ammo clip necessary.

If you're in the desert, use sand, a forest, rocks, pebbles, twigs. It all

breaks down. It's all the same.

All you've got to do is shove it up your butt, so to speak.

Nasty piece of work. You should be very happy together.

Out of all the toys you've come up with?

I would have made you an inflatable doll of me, but I didn't have the time.

Too bad.

I could have let out some of its hot air.

Use a little pen to prick it.

Better than the other way around.

You know what your problem is?

You're going to tell me, right?

Your problem is that you're a beautiful woman.

You're too smart for your own good.

You got a body that won't quit and unfortunately a mouth to match.

You might want to be a little less smart sometimes.

You know what's nice about you?

Yeah.

Nothing, right?

You don't know what's nice about you.

That's your problem.

And you do.

I do.

But I won't tell you.

Because that's just me being smart again.

Right?

Right.

Be careful.

Those weapons are expensive.

Idiot be back, Jack.

You're one of those guys who's not happy unless he's working.

Hey, you're one of those guys who's not happy unless he's fucking someone's old

lady. How long did you expect her to wait?

So where the hell are you sending me this time?

What we've got is an indication of a time distortion emanating from the year

2160.

Could be nothing, but... It could be something.

Can you hear me Jack?

Yeah. The point of origin seems to be Topeka, Kansas.

We preset the time and space coordinates.

The cycle is now activated.

There's no turning back now, Jack.

I wish I could give you a better idea of what to expect.

Don't worry about me.

I love surprises.

Shit!

Jack?

What the hell is going on up here?

A solenoid.

It must have regenerated itself in the TCL chamber. Jack's trapped in there

with it.

I can't override the system. I can.

Hurry!

It's gone.

He's gone.

Where is he?

You've lost telemetry.

He could be anywhere.

Something tells me I'm not in Cairns.

as well.

A trancer.

You're a fucking trancer.

Whose mate are you?

I'm nobody's mate. I'm Jack Death, and you're coming with me.

I'll hold you.

Where do you propose to take me?

Run! Run like hell!

Charming toy.

You must let me play with it.

It's a note.

Lord Caliban!

Lord!

My apologies, Lord. In the Hall of Nomals.

Disastrous, Lord. It... Softly, Lucius.

You're in my sanctum.

Not the greater hall during a feast.

Compose yourself.

Compose myself?

My lord, Borgia is dead.

How am I expected to compose myself?

Now, what is all this about Borgia?

We were in the Hall of Nobles, where the best and greatest of the Trancers have

their talismans and representations.

Well aware of the contents of the Hall of Nobles, Lucius.

Then Borgia's statue suddenly started to smoke.

The chest almost exploded. Then the statue simply collapsed.

When was the last time anyone saw Borgia?

He went out hunting some hours ago. He said food always tastes better after a

struggle.

Yes, well, it appears that Borgia's last meal struggled more mightily than he

anticipated.

Lord Caliban, what does this mean?

It means that Borgia was a fool.

But it also means trouble.

You will find, my dear Lucius, that death can come

in the most unexpected way.

Come on. Come on.

What?

The man had... an exploding light hammer?

What is an exploding light hammer?

She was merely frightened by the transfer's attack. Nothing more.

Obviously there is something more, Harsin.

For she is here and frightened, rather than there and dead.

Tessa, why did you not talk with him after it was all over? After risking

your skin chasing after him.

Why run off?

I was afraid.

He was very fearsome.

If I could do it over again, I would have asked him to join us, to help lead

us. Nonsense.

We do not need some stranger to come here and lead us into death and

destruction. The stranger, overpowered and killed and noble.

If he can kill one, he can kill more.

And I'd follow a man like that into the gates of hell.

If he truly existed, which he does not.

Do you believe that?

It makes more sense than exploding light hammers.

Tessa.

Are you certain?

Perhaps it was not a hammer.

Maybe it was... A gun.

It is called a gun.

It is a weapon.

I have seen it coming.

Tell me, Tessa, the man you saw, did he

look like this?

And the weapon, did it look like that?

Are you convinced now, Harsin?

This man can put an end to our nightmare.

We must find him.

He could be anywhere.

It will be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Hey you!

Me? Yeah.

Why do you not bow?

There's no applause.

You think you are amusing, yeah?

One of those blood-sucking creatures I saw in the woods.

Like the one I offed. You killed Borgia.

Our enemy takes form.

But he killed no one this time.

Not for want of trying.

Lord, have you considered that this new threat could be in league with

Oberon?

Oberon is dead, Lucius.

I destroyed him myself.

Do you doubt my word? No, no, not at all.

But whatever this intruder's origins, he must be dealt with.

With your permission, I would like to assign all the nobles of Orpheus to hunt

down and... No such thing, Lucius. But my lord!

The rebirth ceremony of my son is imminent.

The single most important event in Prospero's life. And I will not have it

ruined by nobles running here and about like frightened sheep.

Now, we have a wolf in the fold, true enough.

But sheep run in terror from the wolf.

Hawks, however, fly undisturbed.

Would we be sheep?

Or hawks, Lucius.

And if more should die at his hand.

Well, then.

They were not worthy, Lucius.

I will capture this wolf's head.

Prospero! Your father has requested not to be disturbed.

May I be of service?

No, Lucius.

As you wish.

My Lord Prospero. Yes?

Not to be too bold, but have you yet chosen a maid to serve you at your

rebirth?

Because if you have not, I would be honored.

Why would you willingly offer yourself to this?

My Lord?

I'll contemplate.

Thank you, my lord.

Do not sit down.

What happened?

You passed out.

I believe the bleeding has stopped.

Who are you?

Sebastian.

Sebastian?

Who are you?

Jack Death.

Death.

It's a harsh name.

What's a harsh world?

Whatever world this is, you mind filling me in?

Filling you into what?

Where in the hell am I?

You do not know?

You're quick, you know that?

You truly do not know where you are.

That's right.

Well, this place is called Orpheus.

There used to be others like me until the nobles came Nobles the bloodsuckers.

Yes Some people say they came from another world. We're not sure

One night One hideous night

they came swarming over the hills The slaughter was

There are so few of us left.

The nobles, they have powers.

They can become stronger than us.

Faster. When they use these powers, their faces, they go crazy, yes?

Yes, that is right.

They call it trance.

Yeah.

They do not stay that way, of course.

They don't?

No, they restore themselves using humans.

Training our life energies.

They call us meat.

Oh, they can't kill all of you. They'll run out of food.

Right. So they draw off a little at a time.

There can be no harm to us as long as it is done carefully.

We regain our strength at a given time.

Sometimes, though, when they are feasting, they lose control.

There's warning. You can actually see them glow.

Their aura changes.

As long as it is white, you are safe.

When it turns blue, that's danger.

And when it's red... There's nothing left.

We all live in fear of it.

You can't live in fear. You gotta fight back.

Well, how can we fight back?

Might get a little stronger, I'll tell you.

What is this shit?

Herbal remedy.

It will replenish your strength.

But first you must rest.

Your places, everyone.

My good friends.

My good friends. I thank you all for coming tonight.

For as you know, this is a momentous occasion.

This is the night when my son, my Prospero, will

be reborn.

Prospero.

There comes a time in the life of everyone born to the nobility when his

or her heritage calls to him, pulls at him as the moons pull the tides.

It is at this point when a noble comes fully in the power, the

strength that is his birthright.

The time has come for you, Prospero.

The need.

surges within you the need

for meat.

Prepare my son's first meal.

Look at them, Prospero.

Ready.

Willing.

Eager to be your first meat.

And to be the first meat for the son of Caliban.

There could be no greater honor than that.

All right, my son.

Choose.

Choose.

Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes

Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes

Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes Shoes

Meat! Meat!

Meat! Meat!

No!

I cannot do this, Father.

I will not.

That's a message, my lord.

What message?

Who fights these noble trancers?

There are rumors about... They call them tunnel rats.

People who hide from the nobles in the many caves and forests of Orpheus.

But it is unlawful. If you are a tunnel rat and you are apprehended... Yeah,

yeah, I know the routine. All I gotta do is find these tunnel rats and I can nail

these trancer bastards once and for all.

But no one knows where they hide.

Someone knows.

No, please.

Stay just a little longer.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

You son of a bitch.

The nobles take care of me. They're not so bad. They're fucking vampires.

Are you hurt?

No, my lady Titania.

If you harm him, I'll kill you.

Like this?

Huh?

One move, and this meat becomes prime cut.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Wolfshead.

I am Caliban.

It appears that you have run out of time.

Bullshit.

I got plenty of time.

Is this some bizarre attempt at levity?

Clearly the device on his wrist possesses some sort of crude magic.

If that's what you wish to call me, I am now Lyra.

Oh, hell.

Oh, shit.

This is not a dream.

What the hell are you doing here?

I was born here. I have always been here.

Always will be.

You're crazy.

I do not think I'm crazy. I haven't had any other life that I recall.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Let's just say you're who you say you are just for laughs.

You do not want me to laugh?

What's wrong with you? Why are you acting this way?

Tell me how you want me to act, and I will.

Why?

It's what Caliban wishes me to do.

Caliban?

A cigar that waltzed in a knife Sebastian.

He is the master of the castle.

Of all of us.

Hell, not of me.

I'm getting the hell out of here.

No, please don't.

What is this, some kind of trick you people think you can... Can what?

Kill you?

You know, they're helpless. We could have killed you a dozen times over.

Why are you here?

Because Caliban told me to be here.

Because I'm to do for you whatever you wish.

To please you.

Whether you want to or not.

Of course I want to.

Please don't go.

Caliban is already furious with me.

I failed his son.

I wasn't, I don't know, attractive enough.

Caliban told me he would give me one last chance.

He sent me here to give you pleasure.

Really?

He's got respect for you.

I beg of you, let me please you.

My life depends on it.

Well, anything is saving lives.

Hospital.

One leads by example, and one does not lead by having one's only son publicly

shun our way of life.

Father, I have looked among them.

I have seen their faces. I have seen their fears.

We are nothing more than parasites. We take and take.

My son.

I never realized until this moment just how much you remind me of your mother.

I wish I remembered her better.

She was bold, but very foolish.

A subversive. She actually harbored a distaste for our way of life.

So this guy...

Never dreamed, Prospero, that she had managed to pass her misguided ways onto

you.

You cannot deny your heritage.

Food may sustain our bodies, but life force, that is what makes us what we

are.

I'll never raise a hand to you.

I know, Father.

But you will feast.

Go to hell!

Those were your mother's last words.

Pray that they're not yours.

I saw him brought into the castle.

If we're going to get him out, the only way is through the Forgotten Tunnels.

We closed them off for a reason.

If they discover those tunnels, they will use them against us.

We have no choice, Carson.

Who knows what manner of torture they're putting him through.

Lyra, isn't there anything you're interested in?

You think I'm stupid, don't you? Hell no.

It takes real genius to live like this, do this, do that, quake when Lord

Caliban comes around.

You're satisfied with that?

Yes.

I am not satisfied.

You don't know how difficult it is living the way... Save it!

I was hoping you'd turn out to be something more than just another whining

squidbrain, some dizzy bitch from Melrose who's shopping for... How dare

you?

You sit in judgment of me.

You are the one who is the squidbrain, Jack Death.

Good.

You didn't take any shit from me. You're showing signs of life.

You were pleased I yelled at you. Yeah.

You know, there's this woman where I come from.

Lyra.

And I would have loved it if she would be more like you.

So instead, I wind up trying to get you to be more like her.

Where do you come from, Jack Dad?

Another world.

A parallel universe.

Another dimension.

All I know is it ain't from here.

Back home, the trancers aren't running the joint, and my weapons work right.

Damn!

This guy Caliban, how long has he been in charge?

For as long as I can remember.

Did you ever get hassled by the tunnel rats?

They're afraid of him.

Everyone is.

He is very powerful.

Really?

You're trying to trance me. I swear to God I'll rip his throat out.

You got that? Please, please, I beg of you, let me live.

I'll do anything.

Just take me to my weapons.

It is through him

Excellent

work, Lucius

Thank you

So, Wolf's Head.

Enjoying the pleasures that life here has to offer?

You're in on this little setup, huh, Lyra?

Lyra?

Is that what she's calling herself now?

Lyra's a charming creature.

But subterfuge is not her strongest suit.

What's the point, then?

The point is, Wolf's Head, I have a great deal to offer

you.

And all you have to do in return is to be honest with me.

Lucius, what have you learned?

I admit I didn't understand much of what he was talking about, my lord. Something

about dimension, parallel universes.

As I thought.

There are worlds, Lucius, within worlds, with things like this.

A weapon?

And this is the trigger, I assume.

Why don't you put it in your mouth and find out?

Now this mystifies me, I must admit.

It appears to have a handle.

But for what?

There's no weapon.

A charm, perhaps.

Where did you get it?

Charm school.

your wildest dreams.

The only thing I'm dreaming about is kneeling your sorry transfer ass.

So, you will not lift a finger to avert your death.

I got your lifted finger right here, pal.

And I got your death.

Right here.

Pal.

Master, please.

Please release him. I promise you I'll do anything.

You'll do anything anyway.

Costello.

Take your time. Write down his dying screams.

They may be of use later.

Jack!

No shots.

I'm very sorry.

Will you help us? What?

He's not like the others.

I've seen that myself.

What do you want?

Not what, who, and before it's too late.

You hear the tunnel?

Yes.

There's no way out of this place.

We got weapons. We can fight our way out of here. It's not necessary.

Our way in is our way out.

What about

him?

He comes with us.

You're crazy.

What would you prefer?

We leave him here so he can show them our escape route?

I'll take care of him.

He spared your life.

How do you repay that back where you come from?

With bloodshed.

Stand aside.

Find them.

Now!

I'll be damned.

You're saying that was me even before I got here?

Our wisest Far made them.

He has the sight.

Mm-hmm.

Now, this, what's happening there?

Your future.

Jack Death, this is our.

You're saying it's my future to climb up on a cliff and get struck by lightning?

It is your destiny.

You're right.

If you do not seek out your fate, it will seek you out instead.

Prospero? Get away from me.

Let me die in peace.

You can fight this.

You don't remember me, do you?

I remember you.

It was three seasons ago.

I was a new bride, and my husband was young and loving.

We were on our way to our new home, and I caught the eye of a

noble named Lucius.

He and several others came after me.

My husband fought them.

And they drained him dry.

And then they turned to me.

And we're about to do the same.

And at the last moment, a young note came riding up.

Do you know what he said?

Enough.

God's above.

She's suffered enough.

Yes.

And you told me to run.

And I've kept running.

Until now.

I swear to you, my lord, we've been through the weapons room. There's no

exit.

Then look again, Lucius.

He couldn't have just disappeared.

With all respect, my lord, if they are backed by the magic of Oberon, I...

Speak that name again, and you will speak no names

ever again.

There is one more problem.

Prospero is nowhere to be found.

He may be with Jack Death and whoever took him. We think it may be the

tunnel rats, but...

Something. Something personal.

Something.

Personal.

Master League.

No exit, huh?

We have some rats to exterminate.

This guy, Caliban, really is afraid of getting weak spots.

Caliban and his trancers did not always rule.

The power of Orpheus once rested with a very potent and benevolent wizard named

Pobola.

Caliban did away with him.

But he still fears the wizard and his vengeance.

How did he do away with it?

Poisoned it, then burned his body to ashes.

Something I'm missing here.

How can this Oberon be any kind of a threat?

Something as trivial as death won't stop a true wizard.

Wizards don't die.

They're just metaphysically inconvenienced.

Magic again. I don't buy any of that bullshit. It only hurts if you let it.

There is a technical term for someone such as you who believes they could

survive an encounter with a wizard shielded only by their disbelief.

And that term is... Skeptic?

Dead meat.

Why do you have to feed?

We have no souls.

Inside, we are just cold.

When we feed, it is the only time that we know warmth.

I was cold, too, the day your people, the nobles,

killed my husband.

Please, I will not be able to hold back.

I do not want you to.

I'm tired of her.

We do not need you here. We fared well enough on our own. Yeah, right. Living

your lives on the run from vampires, rancors.

You guys had a way into the castle, and you didn't use it until now.

You know why?

Because you were afraid.

It wasn't fair that it stopped this jacked death.

How would you fight nobles? I'd take a fight to them, goddammit!

Now, Ethan.

Rancors. Son of a bitch!

No! He wasn't hurting me. I was helping him.

You gave yourself over to him on purpose. Why?

That may not matter much longer. What do you mean?

My father approaches.

I sense it. Who's your father?

Caliban.

We gotta work fast.

Rats are here.

Laura, we haven't much time.

I'll be along.

Angelo. Serene.

Robust.

Let's get on ahead.

Spread out.

Find them and kill them.

You killed them all.

Such fools

Who

are you?

No one of consequence

That's for sure

I'm

going to give you The fair fight you never gave my husband.

You bastard.

I knew I'd find you here.

It's time to come home, my son.

No.

You've changed.

You've been reborn.

Just as I anticipated.

Here amongst the meats you could not resist.

And now... Now we'll be together.

Together in hell.

Your

heart's

not in this, boy.

Oh, it is.

On guard, motherfucker.

Have you seen them?

Hey.

You made a major error, we'll say.

The last thing in this world that you wanted was for me to notice you.

And now that I have, you're dead.

Then you shall die.

How can you be the son of Haliband?

It is I who by all rights should fill his lordship.

to die, son of Caliban.

I must find your death.

You still don't get it, do you, Wolf's Head?

I am Caliban.

This is my world, my universe.

You have no place here.

This place, this is the place that Farr talked about.

Wolf's Head brought you a present.

Jack! Let her go.

Tell me how to get to your world, Jack Jeff.

I don't know how.

I'm trapped here. My showing up was an accident.

That is unfortunate.

No!

I got nothing to lose.

Hey.

Yeah, yeah, wait.

Where are you?

Where are you?

That's not where I am. It's where you are.

You're knocking at death's door, and I got the goddamn key.

He would have killed us all. Is that what you want to say?

Huh?

I'm sorry, Bob.

You hear anything?

Just the pounding of my heart. What else?

Nothing.

Caliban, is he... Gone.

My father is gone, and I should feel relieved now that it's over.

It's not over yet. I'm still stuck here with no way home.

And I hear wizards don't die.

They're just metaphysically inconvenienced.

Bye.